#which resulted in me having to grab her fast and hold her up in the air while it jumped at her & my face

[t4tlottie]

you're all by yourself but you're not alone — NATALIE SCATORCCIO

thought of this while watching the trailer and im stimming so hard i need to make something to get it all out..... basically, you save natalie from getting punished which results in you AND nat getting ostracized.

"Does anyone have anything to add before we move on?" Misty's voice irritates you more than usual as she speaks, and you glare daggers at her while she acts all high and mighty.

You look down to Nat, beaten down on the ground, face bloody and cheeks tried with snot and tears and hesitate. You shift on your feet and swallow. You're stuck between speaking up for her or staying silent so you don't meet the same fate. But she's your girlfriend. And you're angry. And they hit her.

You glance at Lottie, seething. "Lottie was the one who picked her as leader. Why doesn't she get punished?"

You just needed a scapegoat, but technically, you are right. It was Lottie who chose Nat as the leader of this group. Why isn't she sticking up for Nat? Why isn't she saying anything?! Fuck, why isn't Travis doing anything?!

Lottie's face turns into a frown, and she hugs herself.

"You're blaming Lottie?" Mari scoffs, and suddenly, you're glad she almost died during the last hunt.

"Nat shouldn't be put on trial because Shauna thinks she deserves to be the new leader." You glare at her, and under any other circumstance, you would've been terrified of the hard look she gives you. "She's the best leader we have."

That seemed to set Shauna off.

Within seconds, you're tumbling down from the punch to the gut, and as you look behind you to steady yourself, you see the glint of the spear used for the hunts. You grab onto it and hold it out to defend yourself so fast that you accidentally cut Shauna's arm. As the girls are distracted by the commotion, you push Shauna and Misty aside with your forearm and grab Nat by the collar of her leather jacket, running into the woods with her tightly by your side.

You quickly glance back to see them staring at you. Shauna makes a pouty face while throwing down her arm, but none of them chase you.

The pained sounds Nat makes as you jog further into the woods cause you to stop, and you look behind you and squint to really make sure they aren't following before leaning her against a tree. Her lips are quivering and you just now notice the black bruise forming around her eye.

"I'm sorry I didn't do anything earlier."

"They would've hit you harder for defending me." She shakes her head and wipes some blood off her cheek. "You're really gonna get it when you go back."

You chuckle lightly at her joke but frown. "What do you mean 'you'? You're going back too, right? I mean, eventually."

Her hair is tangled as ever as you run your fingers through it, but it comforts you.

She shakes her head again. "I need to find Ben. I need to tell him that they're searching for him. He can't... they can't..."

You understand what she's trying to say and nod along, rubbing her cheek and mumbling an apology when you brush over her black eye. "Let me help you then. We can set up near the plane and we'll look for him first thing in the morning."

Nat's too tired and in pain to argue further, so she just nods and closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the tree. You lay the spear beside her and sit down on the dirt, looking over her face. Her bloody and bruised face. You'll have to sneak down to the lake or back to camp somehow to get some water to wash her off.

"Think they'll come looking for us?" she mumbles, opening her good eye to peek at you.

"Probably." you shrug, taking her hand and messing with her fingers. "But not tonight."

You grab her legs and push them together so you can rest your head on her thighs, sighing at how warm she feels. Her hand comes down to caress your hair and she awkwardly wiggles out of her jacket so she can rest it over your body.

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you up before it gets dark so we can move to the plane."

[agayconcept]

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[nakylvr]

sophia using her big hands to cover ur mouth when she's fucking you bc the others are in the house yeah

well yes! 😍 we're back to our normal schedule folks!

— UNSPOKEN WORDS ⚓️

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, f!reader, semi-public, mommy kink, dom!sophia, sub!reader, fingering

minors dni

"shh, we don't want the others to hear, do we?"

shaking your head, you bite down on your bottom lip in attempt to try to keep yourself quiet, staring up at sophia as she slips a second finger inside you, causing a quiet moan to come from you. "so-sophia," you whine out.

"i know, i know," she presses a quick kiss on your lips. "you're doing so good for me, my love. you're so pretty," she murmurs softly, her lips trailing down to start leaving little marks on your neck. she curls her fingers in you, resulting in you letting out a louder moan. "stay quiet, baby."

you tilt your head to the side feeling her lips attach to your neck, sucking lightly and occasionally biting to leave a mark with whimpers falling from your lips. "fu-fuck, mommy," you whine softly, your hands grabbing her shirt in a tight bundle. your noises are starting to get louder the more your brain is clouded with what you were feeling, not even realizing until one of sophia's hands clamps down over your mouth to quiet you as she speeds up her fingers.

her hand easily covers your mouth, your moans quieter now as she watches your eyes roll back when she curls her fingers again. "so good for mommy, aren't you? you like the idea that any of them could hear you, don't you?" she whispers into your ear, her lips grazing your skin lightly as she talks.

you moan into her hand, which comes out muffled thankfully knowing you were getting close by the way you kept clenching around her fingers. her tone is warm, the way she always speaks to you, but the words she's saying have your mind spinning as you shamelessly nod your head. "ye-yes, mommy," you manage to get out past her hand.

"dirty girl. you know you're mine, that means no one else gets to hear the pretty sounds you make. you understand? i'm the only person who gets to see you this way," her voice turns possessive almost at the thought of the other girls hearing you and how she makes you feel. her fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace while all you can do is moan helplessly into her hand.

nodding again, you get out another "yes, mommy." as you tighten around her fingers, feeling yourself nearing your orgasm. sophia can tell, curling her fingers again, rubbing right against your g-spot as your muffled moans get louder through her hand.

"you gonna cum, sweetheart?" sophia asks, smiling down at you as you nod feverishly. "go on, then. cum for mommy, my good girl."

as if on command, the second she gives you the okay to cum, your eyes are rolling back and your legs are shaking as you cum on her fingers. you pant heavily as she removes her hand from your mouth, caressing your cheek softly as she pulls her fingers from you. she holds them towards your mouth, which you part your lips and let her shove them in her mouth. a quiet moan mixed with a gag comes from you as she prods her fingers deeper into your mouth near your throat, tasting yourself which causes you to try and squeeze your thighs together.

sophia pulls her fingers from your mouth when she sees tears starting to well in your eyes, smiling down at you. "you did so good for me, my love."

"you think you can give me just one more before we have to go?" her smile widens at the dazed look you give her before nodding.

[lundenloves]

Dad!Simon reacting to his oldest daughter having a small crush on a boy at school! Overprotective dad!simon having to be scary (ofc not towards his lil family) but in private with Wife!Reader he’s emotional because his little girl is growing up 😭😭 fluff mix with tiny angst

Thx! Love ya Dad Simon series 🖤

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ANON! This mf would get migraines over the idea of his sweet little baby girl and a boy. I’ve had quite a few asks about this, all along the same lines (crush, boyfriend etc) so just decided to make one of all of them. Unless someone wants something dead specific, shout me!

Everyone grab your binoculars as we observe from a safe distance.

He almost choked on his drink, dropping the glass to the counter with a cringe inducing clink. One that echoed around the now silent kitchen as his eyes caught onto his wife’s. “A what?”

His eldest daughter threw her arms in the air in battle of her mother. “Why would you even say anything to him, oh my god.” She groaned frustratedly, attempting to storm away but cut short when Simon had cleared his throat.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” He leant his palm on the kitchen counter, looking down at the girl who was slowly growing to look like her mother instead of him. “What’s his name?”

“Because you’re like this.” She gestured to him, whining a sigh and turning to her mother. “Tell him, mum. He always gets involved.”

Simon laughed, balling his hand into a fist and habitually hitting down on the counter with his movement. “I’m only asking, love.” His arms then crossed over his chest, feet a length apart from another. “What age is he?”

“See!” She shot a hand toward him, widening her eyes at you. “He can’t help it.”

“Well, I need to know what—“

“Simon.” You held a hand out to silence him, a slight tilt of your head telling him to let go. “Invite him for dinner, darling.” The warmth in your voice made Simon itch from the other side of the counter, a half-hearted glare piercing into you over what you had just asked.

“No.”

“Why?” You knew exactly why.

“Because dad will just fu- interrogate him.” She left the room, walking down the hall as she continued, “Which he doesn’t even get to do. He’s never here anyway!” Her words were spat out and Simon tsked, turning back to you when she had stomped up the stairs.

“He’s her age.” You said quietly.

“You knew?” He whisper-shouted as you took a step toward him.

“Of course I knew.” He humphed when you had wrapped your arms around him, humming into his chest. “That’s what mothers are for.” A long sigh left him at that, pulling back from you and rubbing a hand through his hair and down his face visibly stressed.

“I need a cigarette.”

“It was always going to happen, Simon.” You smiled, following him outside and nudging his shoulder playfully. “Leave her be. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He eyed you through a sideward glance.

“She’s not going to get pregnant.”

“If she’s with a little rat—“

“Stop.”

He lit his cigarette, taking a long inhale before shrugging. “That kid is not stepping one foot into this house.” The smoke escaped his mouth with each word, creating a momentary cloud around him. “Not when i’m here.”

“She’s growing up.”

“Too fast.” Simon shook his head with another long drag, the two of them stood in silence.

Being a father to a teenage girl was a new era of problems. Ones he was yet to even learn about never-mind tackle, and this was apparently one of them. The boyfriend dilemma. He was not immune to the dad feelings, resulting in many a phone call to Johnny who somehow knew everything. The man didn’t even have a family.

“Just invite the kid, see what happens. He’s hardly going to pull out an M9.”

“I’m not having him ‘round.”

“She can go to his then.”

“No she fucking can’t.”

In result, he was invited over. On one condition with his daughter, so was uncle Johnny.

Him and Simon were stood in the kitchen when the scrawny kid walked in. You had convinced your husband that holding his knife wasn’t a great idea, twirling it around his fingers before forcefully sticking it into the chopping board.

“Alright, son.” Johnny slapped a hand onto the kids back, ultimately welcoming him but also shoving him toward Simon.

“Sorry. That’s my uncle.” His daughter would point with her eyes, steering him away from her dad and to the seat furthest away. Many a death-stare had been shot across the table toward her father, all returned of course if it wasn’t for you stomping on Simon’s foot underneath it.

It was a mess, to say the least. Bar Johnny’s flamboyant stories that kept at least a drop of fun.

this was supposed to be a lot shorter but LMAOO you can’t convince me ghost wouldn’t recruit soap in this whole thing. THIS is canon. so many thoughts, such little brain.

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if you weren’t tagged i couldn’t get your blog!

[motherofdogs1010]

A Jedi in Arrakis I (Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: While on the run from Empire troops, Jedi padawan Y/N comes to find out that hyper-driving in a compromised craft can have some major setbacks when she discovers not only is on a new planet but a whole new galaxy as well...

Warnings: jedi!reader, eventual 18+, NSFW, angst, fluff, eventual smut/pinv!sex, oral sex, talks of questioning the Force and teachings, more to come as story progresses

A/N: Like Ahsoka, I left Reader to have white, which means they are neutral and I feel Anakin would have taught any other padawans to be neutral when it came to the Force. The type of lightsaber Reader has for any photo reference is the same type Darth Maul has!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

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She had e/c eyes that looked at him softly as she laid beside him; the white silk she wore over her body showing the curves she possessed as she reached a hand out and caressed his cheek.

"Paul", she softly said, her skin tanned and soft.

Her hair fell around her and framed her face as she blinked.

"Paul..."

Her voice lulled him before he heard a humming, a buzz of electricity coming to light before a white light took over, shielding him from her...

🪐

In a galaxy far, far away...

Hands gripping the steering wheel of her craft, Y/N looked at the controls to see if hyperdrive was even possible and saw that it was not yet as she dodged another Imperial craft shooting at her.

"BB, you better hold onto your metal butt", she called out to her robotic companion.

BB-1 was a BB prototype similar to the R2-D2 design with the little robot being circular and having a teal color scheme; she heard the little robot let out a squeak as it rolled to secure itself to something.

Y/N hadn't thought of the Empire being on Dantooine but she thought wrong; she had been sent there by her Jedi Master, Anakin while Ahsoka (her fellow padawan/classmate) was sent to assist in the Clone Wars on the field. This intel was supposed to be useful to the Rebellion against the Clone War and Y/N knew if she was captured, that could only result in terrible things.

"BB", she said as she dodged a meteor in their path. "Connect to the database and upload what we got then delete everything."

BB let out a little beep followed by a whirling noise before getting to the task as she saw the Storm Troopers still on their path.

It was an agonizing five minutes of waiting for BB to upload the data, hearing an excited beep from BB as she had just winced as their craft was hit with another beam from the Storm Trooper craft just as she saw that hyperdrive was possible as the system alerted her of all the damage.

"Alright, BB!" she said, looking over her shoulder. "Now really hold on to your metal butt! It's going to be bumpy!"

BB let out a whirl of noises just as she hit the button for hyperdrive...

Her head was pounding as heard BB's concerned noises before she heard the beeping of the ship and opening her eyes with a gasp and looking around, it all rushing back to her of the system failure during hyperdrive, her trying to navigate as they were descending fast onto an unknown planet.

"Hold on, BB", she said, "let me... let me grab my-"

She grasped at her side where her lightsaber was clipped as she un-clipped herself from her seat, standing up as she winced from the headache; BB came towards her and beeped, Y/N patted its round little head as she went to the door of the ship, hitting the button to open it but saw wouldn't budge.

With a sigh, Y/N went to where her supplies pouch was and making sure she had plenty of water and food before activating her lightstaber, its white energy glowing as she stuck it into the metal of the door, doing her best of welding it open.

And with success she did as she managed to budge the door open to show a endless desert with hot air that hit her in the face; it reminded her of Tatooine with its similar landscape except she would say Tatooine had more rocky structures than this place.

"Where are we, BB?" she voiced as she stepped out.

The sun was hot against beige tunic and she frowned under the force of the heat, looking at BB before putting her hands on her hips.

"I guess let's do some exploring, huh?"

🪐

It was hard walking through all the sand, making sure she didn't stumble as she walked. And it was pretty boring considering there was just sand and oh, more damn sand; she wondered why it looked like the sand glittered at some points as her and BB continued their journey before her eyes widened at the sight of a large machine that reminded her of AT-AT Walkers except this one was larger in width and was... digging into the sand?

Either way, that had to mean that people were around as she began to jog towards there considering that it was so close.

BB rolled easily over the sand as they heard the sound of aircrafts and looking up, she saw two that resembled a bug, a dragonfly really. It hovered in the air as if it was looking over the machine and she squinted as she looked before beginning to feel the ground begin to shake violently to the point that she was knocked over.

Looking around, her first thought was a Nightwatcher worm and she looked at the machine as she begun to run with BB following closely; she held her lightstaber in her hand, her pouch bouncing as she ran with all her might to the machine.

Paul watched as the dust cloud grew as the sandworm quickly approached the Harvester, his father arguing that it was better to save the men on the Harvester than prioritize the Spice.

"Forget the Spice, we need those men", Leto argued and Paul's eyes squinted as he saw two figures running towards the Harvester.

"Look there", Paul pointed, his father leaned and looked.

"It's a girl and a... robot?" he said.

A.I. and anything of that nature had been banned in the Empire since the great war against A.I. so many centuries ago so it was curious as to who this was.

"How many men are on that?" his father asked.

"21", Shadout responded. "23 with the girl and the robot."

"We can only carry 6 on each ship", Paul mentioned.

"We'll make it work", his father confidently said.

🏜️

She was right that machine would draw in people as it was being evacuated as the sandworm was coming closer. BB was squealing as the sandworm was hot on their trail before she panted, "Go, BB! I'll hold it off!"

BB squealed and she said, "Go! I'll be there too!"

Turning around, she panted as she sucked in a breath and held her hand out, focusing her mind on the Force and its power as the creature closer. She felt vindicated as she saw the creature hit a invisible wall, panting and sweating as she held back the creature, the heat exhaustion getting to her as she tried her best to keep the creature back as black began to spot into her vision.

Suddenly, a hand gripped her shoulder and she looked to find two men: one around her age with handsome, pale features and dark curled hair, and an older man with greying hair.

"Come on, follow us", the older man said, she nodded.

With a final push of the Force, she ran behind the men onto one of the ships, stumbling but gleefully cheering once she saw BB there, who twirled in happiness and squealed.

"BB", she said, the robot rolling to her and she hugged it. "I told you I'd make it."

BB let out noises and she laughed.

"You understand that?" a man asked.

"Don't you?" she asked as she stood. "Where am I?"

"You're on Arrakis", a older man with thick dark hair and a facial beard said. "I'm Duke Leto of House Arrakis and this is my son, Paul. Do you mind telling me where you're from?"

"Arrakis? I've never heard of it", she mumbled, "I'm Y/N L/N from Naboo. What star system is this?"

"Canopus", Leto said and Y/N's eyes widened. "Where is this Naboo? I've never heard of such a planet in the Empire?"

Y/N now realized where she was as BB let out a concern noise. They weren't just in an entirely different solar system, they were in an entirely different galaxy.

[sevikasupremacy]

Soft Morning - Chapter 13

LOYALTY - Sevika x Reader Series

Mini Chapter

Warning: None

Words: 634

Previous Chapter

Chapter 14 is Up!

Summary: You and Sevika shared some lovely moments in bed.

As you slowly opened your eyes, the faint murmur of voices from outside the building drifted into your consciousness. Suddenly, a deep chuckle jolted you awake

“Good morning.”

You blinked a few times, trying to focus as you turned your head to see your girlfriend lying on her side, admiring you.

Was she watching me sleep?

“Hi there.” You teased before kissing the top of Sevika’s nose.

After a short moment of silence, the older woman propped herself up, her back leaning against the headboard.

“Are you feeling… okay?”

“Huh?”

You gave her a confused expression before cautiously looking down to see your bare body.

Oh.

Both of your hands quickly grab onto the thin blanket as you desperately try to cover yourself.

But now you were seeing Sevika’s bare body.

Although the both of you fell asleep holding each other, something miraculously happened in the middle of the night–

Which resulted in Sevika’s naked body on top of you, her strong fingers intertwining with yours.

Half-asleep you couldn’t really process how it actually happened but you were certain that the pleasurable feeling was there, leaving the two of you gasping for air.

“You know I saw everything already right?”

“Don’t you dare say another word.”

You mumbled into the blanket in embarrassment, your cheeks starting to burn.

“Or else what?” Sevika hovered on top of you, her grey eyes fixated on your flustered appearance, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“You? You’re going to kill me?” Sevika laughed in disbelief, shaking her head as she leaned down, her top lip brushing your forehead.

Sevika yanked the blanket away from your face, chuckling at your awkward expression. Your head was turned to the side, refusing to make eye contact with the woman on top of you.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

Sevika snickered as she burrowed her face into the crook of your neck before taking a deep breath.

You gently reached your hand up to caress the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her hair.

As the two of you started to calm down from all the laughter and teasing, Sevika leisurely lifted her head up to admire you more. Beautiful was the only word roaming around in her head as she studied your face.

“Sevika.” You whispered, cupping the older woman’s warm face with the palms of your hand.

“Fuck, I love you.” Sevika interrupted your silent gaze with a deep kiss, her hand reaching back to cradle the back of your neck.

Sevika let out a soft moan, her lips desperately asking for more of you. Just when she was about to let go, the older woman couldn’t help but plant another kiss on your soft lips, her body slowly giving in to your touch.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt the pair of lips left yours.

“I’ll be at The Last Drop,” Sevika bent down to grab your clothes that has somehow ended up on the floor from last night’s session before handing it to you, “Get some rest. I’ll finish the errands as fast as possible.”

You smiled and nodded, still tightly holding onto the blanket.

Sevika tugged on the hem of her shirt, straightening it before reaching her arms up to redo her hair. She brushed a few strands away from her face before gazing back at you with a warm smile on her face.

The older woman didn’t utter another word, Instead, she adoringly patted your head and gave you one last kiss on your forehead.

You sighed comfortingly before lying back down, snuggling into the pillow Sevika was sleeping on, breathing in her scent.

As you watched her walk toward the door with drowsy eyes, you gradually closed them, smiling to yourself as you drifted back into sleep.

Author’s Note: Hi guys I'm still alive :D

Please accept this chapter as an apology for my two-year hiatus. Things have been really rough lately with all the college work and past relationships ;( Let's just say that I took plenty of time to grow and love myself more. Good news is I'm feeling so much better!

Next chapter will definitely be longer :) I really wanted to include a mini chapter of soft Sevika before the big turning point of this story (so brace yourselves).

Thank you to everyone who supported my work and I can't wait to deliver more Sevika content in the future!

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(But if you are new here and want to be added to the taglist don’t forget to comment!)

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[petermaximoffsgirl]

who ya gonna call?

summary – you and peter go on a date to the movies. 

content – fluff; suggestive content

words – 0.9k

the movie theater was packed when you stepped inside. it was a hot summer day, and the room smelled like sweat, popcorn, and sugar. in other words, everything was exactly as it should be. 

“i don’t think we’re gonna get seats together,” jubilee said, cracking her gum as she glanced around. 

“we could pair off,” scott suggested, sending what he clearly thought was a casual glance at jean, who rolled her eyes. 

“just because you wanna swap spit with jean doesn’t mean the kids here want to see that,” jubilee retorted. “besides, we have an odd number!” 

scott blinked at her. “so?” 

“so, you can’t pair off with an odd number of people!” 

you turned to jean, ororo, and kurt as scott and jubilee continued to bicker. “why don’t we make three groups? jean and scott can keep it pg-13, ororo and kurt can go with jubilee, and i’ll sit with peter.” you tried to keep your voice as casual as possible when you mentioned peter, but you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips. 

jean, of course, noticed. “don’t worry about scott and me. just make sure you don’t get kicked out again.” you gasped and blushed, recalling the time that someone had complained about you and peter kissing, resulting in you getting thrown out of the theater before the movie was over. 

kurt frowned. “vat do you mean by zat?” 

“nothing!” you said quickly. 

jean smirked. “ask jubilee about it, kurt.” 

a rush of cool air ruffled your hair as peter appeared, his arms full of popcorn, candy, two slushies, and several twinkies. he wrinkled his nose. “this had better not be about what happened when we went to see footloose.” jean laughed; peter scoffed. “no popcorn for you.” he handed you a blue slushie and some candy before taking your hand and leading you toward the back of the theater. 

you were surprised that he didn’t immediately whisk you to your seats; he usually never passed up a chance to show off his mutation. “afraid that you’ll spill the popcorn if we go faster?” you teased. 

to your surprise, peter’s cheeks pinked. “sorry. we can go fast.” 

you laughed. “no, it’s fine!” 

he hesitated for a moment, then glanced at you. “the slower i go, the longer i can hold your hand,” he mumbled. 

butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words. you squeezed his hand as a smile lit up your face; he shyly grinned back at you. 

when you finally took your seats at the back of the theater, he glanced at the screen, which was scrolling through trailers and advertisements. “it’s not too far away, is it? we can move closer if you want.” 

you shook your head. “it’s perfectly fine.” 

he beamed at you, setting the huge popcorn bowl between the two of you. “well, you know what’s good about sitting in the back, dontcha?” you blinked at him, puzzled; he grinned. “it’s much harder to see us back here.” almost instantly, he winced. “we don’t have to do anything. we can totally just watch the movie. forget i said anything. want some popcorn?” 

you rolled your eyes and grasped the front of his t-shirt. “come here, you dork.” 

he groaned in delight as you pulled him in. you let yourself get lost in the sensation of kissing him, sliding the fingers of your free hand through his silver hair and relishing the feeling of his soft mouth against your own. suddenly, he jerked away, fidgeting with something. “sorry. had to catch the popcorn. that would’ve been a total tragedy, babe.” 

you laughed and kissed him again, rolling your eyes as you tasted salt and butter on his lips. “if you don’t save me some, i’ll steal your walkman.” 

peter gasped. “you wouldn’t dare.” still, he quickly reached for the popcorn, grinning as he presented it to you with a flourish. he waited as you grabbed a handful, then quickly stuffed some into his mouth. “i could eat popcorn forever,” he moaned, a blissful look passing over his face. 

you giggled and opened a package of skittles as the lights began to dim. “what color do you want?” 

peter smirked. “red, obviously.” 

you passed him a handful, snickering as he popped them into his mouth and gulped part of his cherry slushie. “don’t give yourself a brain freeze, peter!” 

“i won’t,” he insisted, “but your concern is adorable.” 

you rolled your eyes and took a sip of your slushie before reaching for another handful of popcorn. “can i have a twinkie?” 

he snorted. “no.” you raised your eyebrows at him, and he groaned. “you can have a bite, but only a bite!” he unwrapped one and passed it to you, snickering. “just the tip, cutie.” 

you almost choked as you fought the urge to laugh. “peter, there are kids here!” 

“well, they need to learn these things somewhere!” 

in front of you, a teenager whirled around, shushing both of you. peter snickered, but you flushed. “we probably should watch at least part of the movie.” he reluctantly nodded in agreement, but that didn’t stop him from grasping your hand a few minutes later, which brought a smile to your face. and, after the movie was over, when kurt asked why both of your tongues were purple, peter just grinned. 

[justmyguiltyggpleasure]

Giselle x Fem Reade - Do Me as a Favor

Summary: Giselle was sick for a few days and missed practice. Having to stay overtime, she was anxious, exhausted, and frustrated. Luckily, you decided to stay behind with her and as her best friend, is your duty to help take her mind off of things.

Dynamics: Top!reader/Bottom!idol

Genre: Smut;

Warnings: +18; oral; fingering; (not much in this one)

Giselle was frustrated, it was always a bit stressful when you had to prepare award ceremony performances, but having missed 3 days of practice due to being sick, she had to make up for the lost time. Which resulted in staying behind after practice ended, she's been doing it for a week and was fed up. She couldn't sleep properly because her mind was always running with things that could go wrong and how the hell was she going to keep up with you girls. She didn't even have the time or energy to get herself off, the sexual frustration plus the exhaustion and anxiety were making her frustrated beyond belief.

- You girls can go ahead, I guess I'll stay behind with Aeri today. I want to go over some steps I'm still not confident in. - Aeri looks at you smiling widely from her sprawled on the floor like a starfish position.

- You're staying with me?!

- Yes, I am. Maybe we can help each other. You seem to have nailed the steps I'm insecure about. - you say, Aeri sits up and nods.

- For sure!

You said your goodbyes to the girls and started practicing right away.

(Almost 2 hours later)

- Let's take a break. - Aeri says pausing the music and taking a sip from her water bottle.

You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, breath harbored and Aeri offers you her water bottle. You thank her and take a big sip, a drop escaping from the corner of your mouth and running down your neck, Aeri follows every movement.

- Can I ask you something? - you nod. - Do me as a favor.

You blink twice before laughing.

- Don't you mean do you a favor?

- No. I mean exactly what I said.

- Is this a joke?

- No... You don't have to tho. Is just... I've been so frustrated lately and way to tired to do anything about it. You've always said I'm pretty so being attractive is not an issue. You've been with girls before and always talk about your crushes in women so I know for a fact you're not strai-

- I'll do it. - interrupting her rambling you answer her request.

- Really?! - her head perked up and you chuckled.

- Are you surprised? I've said it before, you're gorgeous, besides, we trust each other. I just need you to assure me that it won't become a problem between us later. I'm not willing to bet our friendship on some sexual relief. - you end it seriously.

- I promise it won't. I wouldn't bet our friendship on anything.

- Good. Come here. - you pat your lap for her to sit on it and she widens her eyes.

- What? N-now?

- Now is as good a time as any. Manager-unnie is coming to pick us up in a few and I have a feeling you're not the quietest person in bed so I don't think we can do that with anyone around. - she seems to understand your point and crawls to you, straddling your lap with her hands holding your shoulders. You hold her waist and look in her eyes. - Are you sure you wanna do this?

- Yes. - she doesn't hesitate in her answering so you don't hesitate to capture her lips in a kiss which she reciprocates sighing.

- How do you like it? - you ask kissing down her jaw, chin and neck.

- Hm? - you pull away only to be greeted with the sight of Aeri with her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. It makes you smile

- Would you like it fast and rough or slow and sensual. - you graze your teeth on he earlobe and she sighs again squeezing your shoulders

- I want whatever you're willing to give me. Just give me something, anything. - at this point she was already rocking on your lap and you were starting to lose it.

- Ok. - grabbing a fistful of her hair you pull her into a bruising kiss, smiling into it when you hear her moan. Your other hand on her hip willing her to keep on moving .

She takes it upon herself to deepen the kiss swiping her tongue across your lips to which you let her in without hesitation, moaning when your tongues meet.

She pulls away panting, looking at you with hooded eyes while opening your oversized button up. Following her you pull her shirt over her head, noticing how her bra clasp was at the front, your hand goes for it but before opening you look at her for consent. She nods.

The sight before you makes your mouth water. The cold air of the aircon making her nipples instantly harden.

- I've always had a thing for your boobs y'know?

- Everybody knows that. You're always looking at them. - she says rolling her eyes, smiling teasingly and you smile back - Pervert

That's the last thing she says before throwing her head back with a moan when your mouth goes for her right nipple, your hand pulling on the left one.

You were having fun noticing she was growing desperate by how she was grinding harder against your lap. That is before her phone started ringing.

She groaned before picking it up from the ground and putting it against her ear without looking who it was.

- What?! - frustration evident in her voice. - oh, yes, unnie. Hm... yeah - your lips went back to nipple, your hand rubbing her pussy through her pants. Before she could hold herself back, she moans. Aeri slaps your back and you chuckle agaisnt her skin. - I'm fine, I just hit my knee... okay. We'll be waiting. Let us know when you get here.

- What is it?

- Manager-unnie is coming to get us. Guess fun is over. - she motions to get up and you pull her back.

- We just have to be quick. We have less than 15 minutes. - this time you don't wait to put your hand inside her panties moving your middle and ring fingers in circles on her clit.

- Oh fuck - her voice is breathy. Head thrown back giving you access to her neck where you give open-mouthed kisses and graze your teeth lightly so you leave no marks.

Her soft moans are like music to your ears. The way she moves her hips on your hand drives you crazy.

Pulling your hand away Aeri whines. Biting her lip when she sees you suck your fingers

- Sit on the couch - she does so with no questions, lifting her hips when you pull on her pants and panties altogether. - Open your legs for me.

Her cheeks are in a pink shade. Aeri feels shy all of a sudden but she knows there's no time for embarrassment now so she does as you ask. You look in her eyes yet again searching for some reassurance and she nods.

You close your eyes before running you flattened tongue from her entrance to her clit and you find yourself dripping by her smell and taste and the way her hole closes around nothing, you repeat the motion a few times. One of her hands gripping your hair the other one pulling on her nipple. You look at her face only to be greeted with an Aeri with her face flushed, eyes closed, eyes furrowed but what got to you was the way she smiled while biting her lip.

Pulling her to the edge of couch by her thighs you put her legs around your shoulder. One hand snaking around her leg, resting on the top of her mound pulling back so the hood of her clit no longer covers it. Again you flatten your tongue and rests it at the top of her clit moving ever so lightly so it doesn't hurt her. She hums in approval.

Your free hand travels up her leg, squeezing her inner thigh then positioning two fingers on her entrance. Pushing in slowly while kissing her inner thigh, she gasps when you suck on her inner thigh leaving a mark close to her crotch.

You move your fingers experimentally enjoying her moans.

- F-faster... please... - and you comply. Who are you not to do exactly what a pretty girl asks.

The faster you move the louder she gets. Pulling on her own nipples, her pussy squeezing your fingers, you knew she was close so you go back to suckling on her clit.

Her moans are borderline pornographic at this point and you were praying no one was around or close to the studio.

- I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... please don't stop... Please.... - you didn't. If anything you moved your fingers faster and suckered harder. Letting out the longest moan she arches her back from the couch and you help her with her high.

You pull your fingers out just in time for her phone to vibrate again. You pick it up to let her recover.

- Hello? Ah, yes. We're coming. - turning off the call you look at her and smile. - we gotta go.

- okay. - Aeri stands up on shaky legs and you take it upon yourself to help her get dressed. Aeri looks at you and laughs, you follow her.

- what?

- Your chin. - she cleans her own cum from you lips and chin then peck your lip. - Thank you. Maybe I can return the favor later.

- Wanna shower together when we get home? - you offer.

- I'm dying to.

Taking her hand you pull her out of the door towards the elevator. Both running along the corridors of the building giggling like two teenagers.

Well, Giselle wasn't that frustrated anymore.

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Panthera Tigris Tigris Nikos

Jaune: Hey, Pyrrha? Can I have a hug?

Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune! (Hugs)

Jaune: (Sinks into her)

Pyrrha: Would anyone else like-

Nora: (Dragging Ren) MEMEMEME~!

Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are big. Females have been documented to reach 400 pounds, males 500 pounds, and occasionally larger specimens reaching 700 pounds. Royal Bengal Tigers are reportedly even bigger, with one specimen shot by David Hasinger in 1967 was reported to be 857 pounds, measured at 11 feet long, and left paw prints "the size of dinner plates," and it's last meal was a live water buffalo weighed down by an eighty-pound weight. It is displayed in the Smithsonian Institutions's National Museum of Natural History, in the Hall of Mammals.

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Pyrrha: Ready for our run, Jaune?

Jaune: You bet! Maybe this time I could-

Pyrrha: (Ear flicks) Oh, uh, why don't you keep warming up, Jaune? I need to grab something from the dorm.

Jaune: Oh, uh, sure thing, Pyrrha. I'll be right here.

Cardin: (Sitting on the roof) What the hell? Where's Nikos go- (Door swings open, Mauled)

Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are fast. They can make short sprints of forty miles per hour, which is about the speed of a thoroughbred horse. An incident with a startled tigress mother with her cubs in Nepal in 1974 resulted in the death of a researcher who was hiding 15 feet in a tree. In 2007, on Christmas Day at the San Francisco Zoo, an Amur Tiger cleared a thirty-foot moat to maul three visitors who were harassing the tiger, killing one of them before being killed after four shots to the skull by responding police officer's .40-caliber-pistol rounds. It should be noted that the Amur was a captive tiger, raised from birth in the zoo. Imagine a wild tiger raised in the jungle.

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Pyrrha: Are you okay, Jaune?

Jaune: Y-Yeah, I... Wait, what about the goliath?!

Pyrrha: It's okay, Jaune. I took care of it.

Jaune: But how, Pyrrha? (Holding) Your weapons-!

Pyrrha: (Takes, Smiles) I took care of it.

Jaune: (Looks behind her, Sees dead goliath)

Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are strong. Their bite force can reach up to a thousand pounds, which is much stronger than a pitbull's and about a quarter of a great white shark. Their prey includes deer, buffalo, bison, bears, rhinos, and elephants. A single blow can break a bear's spine, and easily decapitate a human.

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Jaune: Thanks again for letting us come visit, Mrs. Nikos.

Mama Nikos: Oh, Jaune, don't be so formal. We're practically family, so just call me Mama.

Jaune: Uh... No, I'll just stick with Mrs. Nikos, if you don't mind.

Mama Nikos: Oh, you are just so polite! I'm glad Pyrrha could have such a handsome team leader like you.

Pyrrha: (Blushing) M-Mom...

Nora: Can I have more meat buns, Mama?

Ren: Nora...

Nora: Oh, right! Khm! May I have more meat buns, Mama?

Mama Nikos: They're in the oven.

Jaune: So what do you do for a living, Mrs. Nikos?

Mama Nikos: I'm a personal fitness trainer. It's actually how I met Pyrrha's father. He said he could perform a perfect double twister kick, and I told him it was impossible unless he could twist and launch himself at a 167 degree rotation with a north-northwest gale blowing at 3.5 miles per hour behind him-

Mama Nikos: (Ding!) Oh! Meat buns are done!

Jaune: Huh...

Pyrrha: Don't worry. I didn't get it the first time, either.

Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are smart. Cubs are raised by their mothers for two and a half to three years. There are also notes of tigers imitating deer and bear calls. They will chase larger prey into water, tear at buffalo legs to bring them to the ground, and will flip porcupines from to their backs to avoid spines. There are also records of tigers killing 15-foot crocodiles, 20-foot pythons, 300-pound seals, and a 20-year-old elephant.

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Jaune: Hm? Hey, Pyrrha? Who's this standing with your mom?

Pyrrha: Hm? Oh... That's... That's my mother. She... She's not around anymore.

Jaune: Do... Do you want to talk about it?

Pyrrha: I... I don't know where to begin. She was my hero, but she did something really bad, and she died when I was really young. And I...

Jaune: Hey. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Pyrrha: (Leans on Jaune) I was probably six years old when it happened. She and I were on our way to watch a tournament together, but then this guy came from out of nowhere. He shot at us and broke her jaw. She carried me back home, and then... She left that night. I didn't learn about what happened to her until just after getting accepted into Beacon. She... She went on a rampage and then... Then she...

Jaune: (Holds her) Hey, hey. It's okay, Pyrrha. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that. I'm... I'm sure she was a great mom.

Pyrrha: (Sniffles) She was the best. And, on the bright side, because of her, there's a new standard for huntsman and huntresses to follow. And she's part of the reason why I became a huntress. So I could make sure everyone follows the standard. Follows the example she set. (Smiles) I think she would have liked you.

Jaune: (Looks at family photo) I think I would have like her, too.

Fun Fact! In the first ten years of the 20th century, until her death in 1907, the Champawat Tiger, also known as "the man-eater" killed and ate 436 humans in western Nepal. She evaded capture and continued to kill until she was shot by British hunter Jim Corbett, who speculated the tigress lost her teeth years ago from a gunshot, forcing her to change her prey to much easier humans. He then went on to be an advocate for wild tigers and spent the latter years of his life devoted to their conservation, even having a conservation park in Nepal dedicated to him.

[daddydirector444]

My awakening to breeding

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside….sorry my elder is showing…

But in all seriousness gather round for the tale of my first ever breeding experience that has now blossomed into me endlessly blogging posts about it.

So it was in the BC times. (Before Covid). I had just been absolutely blindsided by an ex of mine whom I had been with very seriously for close to 4 years. I’ll spare you the details and heartache, but essentially she claimed she was having a “quarter life crisis” and suddenly wasn’t ready for a lifetime commitment at our age yet….even though she was the one who always brought up the “next step”…I digress.

Anyway, that’s not why you’re all here. So in the wake of that devastation I was emotionally pretty lost. I had joined plenty of online apps for dating but I had found one kink related website that opened up my world tremendously.

I was exploring all new aspects of sex that was completely nonexistent in my previous relationship. Then suddenly I found it. Women who were begging for babies to be pumped into them, yearning for cum deep inside their pussies. This was such a foreign concept to me because this past relationship, my ex was VERY anti cum. She wanted nothing to do with it anywhere near her, no swallowing, no facials, condoms exclusively, just a general disgust for it. Which always bummed me out because it made me feel like a part of me was disgusting.

as a result, finding this whole new mentality of women not only craving cum but it deep inside them to create life, suddenly grabbed a hold of my brain. I was HOOKED.

Fast forward a few months and I had met someone local to me on the website. She was older, early 40s and I had just entered my later 20’s, which as a side note I think aided in my new found obsession. My biological clock and instinct was now running wild. So this new connection and I sexted and flirted and talked all about our desires. She too was fresh from a break up so we “trauma bonded”. Everything was awesome. We turned each other on made each other cum, but she had kids in their early teens, so meeting up was always a challenge.

However, one particular night we got each other really worked up and I put my foot down, I told her I needed her pussy. She said “fuck it” and sent me the address. She told me we would have to be quick and quiet since her daughters were asleep up stairs.

I pulled up to her house, she let me in the side door to the kitchen, and we didn’t even make it 2 steps before we were passionately devouring each others faces. Everything happens so quick from there. She inhaled my cock and then after some of the best head I had ever received I made her get up and I bent her over her kitchen table. I slid my cock into her raw, just as we fantasized about for weeks, and fuck was it amazing. I watched her ass bounce as I fucked her from behind. I was in heaven, gripping her hips tightly and trying not to make any noise that her girls would hear.

Then she looked back at me and it happened…she whispered to me “breed my pussy daddy”. The second she uttered those words, I am not exaggerating, I lost all control. I shot rope after rope of my cum deep into her soft warm pussy. I went light headed and weak in the knees and almost fell over. But my god, it was literally euphoric. She got up and we kissed again passionately and then she told me I better get going.

I was in a daze. I think I blacked out on the ride home. But it was by far one of the hottest experiences of my entire life and I still dream about it from time to time. We eventually grew apart due to different stages of life. I will always cherish that night as it truly awakened the demon in me 😈

[paintthetownblack]

That Night II

Eric Northman x reader

Part I

Later That Night, Eric dresses his new human up for a night at Fangtasia.

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"Wait." My voice cracked, but I got a hold of his hand. The notion of my being able to keep him against his will was ridiculous, but I acted instinctively. "Can't we talk for a second?"

"No, we're late." He took my wrist and made to leave, but turned around one last time. "I will heal those for you later, if you want, but, for tonight, I will ask you to keep them visible." He was referring to the bite marks. I hadn't thought about them yet.

"Why?" He began to walk, and to pull me behind him.

"What's with all these questions? You're a hostage, keep it down." His tone was rather amused.

"Am I a hostage? I thought I was yours, isn't that more like a pet?"

"A pet is a hostage. You wouldn't let a pomeranian wander off by itself any more than I would let you. I will tape your mouth shut, don't think I won't."

"But you did let me wander off. And I didn't run, doesn't that count for anything?"

Without turning to look at me, he pulled a roll of duck tape from his trousers' pocket, waved it up so I could see it. "I was watching you from afar the whole time."

Of course he was.

We went in through the back door. Fangtasia was already open, music was blasting, voices were rising to meet above the noise, and they were lacking a bar tender, that was me. Eric led me into a powder room, and ran paper napkins under the tap, to wipe the blood from my neck, which was already drying down. He was being careful not to press the wounds.

"How come the bleeding stopped so fast, you tapped straight into a vein-"

"Stop."

"Is it your saliva? Does it stop-" He very quickly tore off a piece of tape, pasted it to my mouth. I wanted to laugh. I tried to take the blob of napkins from his hand and do it myself, he swatted my hand away, mouthing "stop it", then shouted for Pam.

She came in with some shiny leather corset rolled up in her hand, a pair of heels, and very little patience. "What did you do to her? Wrestle her on the forest floor?"

"She sat on the ground on her own, I had no part in it."

Pam started to pull dried leaves from my hair. I tried to help, but she too slapped my hand away. So I let my arms hang and let them have their fun. Pam eventually pulled my shirt over my head, as Eric backed off and washed the rest of my blood off his hands. She went for the closure of my bra, and I turned away from her.

"My, a prude, how original. There's nothing I haven't seen yet in my line of work. Trust me." She put her hands on my waist, to turn me back around. I was looking at Eric, who was looming next to us, in the way of the lightfixture, casting a shadow over me. "Right. It's not my eyes you want to shield yourself from. Again. How original. Come." She took me into a stall. From there, she took the tape off, took my bra off, and set my hands against the wall. "Let me know if you can't breathe." Was all Pam said, before she fitted the corset around me, and started to lace it, then tighten it. And she tightened it. It was surreal to feel the ease with which she pulled the strings, the effortlessness of her wrist motions, and to then feel the results of that motion on my own ribcage, as it got squeezed in.

It was my only first hand experience with vampire strength, and it bewildered me so much, I forgot to advocate for breathing room. At the same time, I felt protected somehow, with Pam there, it was like I was tapping into an intention she had. Or maybe it was meant for Eric, and I was just in the way.

He had come over at some point, and was watching from behind Pam, admiring her handy work, which she completed very fast, after which she grabbed me, and spun me around to face him, as I was just trying to inhale. She presented me like a wrapped present, let go of me, and I stumbled in place a bit. "This is as good as I can do, so, as good as anyone can do." She opened the door narrowly "Hurry up. Plenty of time to make doe eyes at him in the morning." She slid out with grace, and closed the door. It felt inarticulate to describe her as modelesque, she wasn't ethereal exactly either, she had more edge than that, which was all the more mesmerizing.

"All I need from you now is to sit" he pushed my hair behind my shoulders "and not look afraid until closing. Think you can manage?" He took me by the arms and bent down to look me in the eyes.

I nodded.

"Speak, I need you to focus."

"Yes. I can manage." I whispered, not knowing why, I hadn't meant to.

He didn't seem convinced, he probably wished he could glamor me. I almost did too, it would have been easier. He kept looking into my eyes, calm and collected, and I became aware I had been holding my breath. I started to breathe regularly, and started to relax. It was him, who didn't need to breathe, who reminded me I did need it. He led me outside, after that, up on the stage, where he sat me down in a chair next to his, before he took his place.

I could almost see myself with my mind's eye. Corseted, and bitten, and sat next to my vampire overlord, it was a bit funny and a bit scary. What was he to me, in vampire terms? I didn't even know how to call this, what we had, what we were doing. That, in itself was proof I was in over my head.

That, and the awe he inspired in the clientele of Fangtasia. They not only accepted his presence, as a kind of authority, looking down at them, but they came specifically to bask in it. Exactly as I had done, choosing to work there, accepting to be his. Sitting next to him, and becoming aware of the effect he had on people, I felt my choice had been somehow out of my hands, as if he were hypnotic, irresistible. Was it a consoling thought? Not exactly, but it didn't pain me either. I had time to turn the matter over in my mind, over the course of the night.

At closing time, I felt like I had worked three consecutive shifts, sitting and being watched had been a lot harder than I had imagined.

"Here" Eric gingerly pressed his thumb into his fang, and rubbed the little droplet of blood that came from it, onto the bite marks on my neck. And I felt them close.

"What's the point? Won't you have to feed again, soon?" I think the exhaustion was getting to me, and I was getting short with him. I wanted to take it back, when I heard how it came out.

"You never reopen an old wound. It's bad practice. Now off to bed with you." He kissed my forehead, almost in passing, as he pawned me off to Pam. She took my wrist with just as little interest and led me to the basement.

"I thought I had evaded the dungeon."

"It's not a dungeon anymore. Look." A spark of sarcastic enthusiasm in her voice.

There was a fainting couch arranged for me. Ironic.

"Best Ginger could do on short notice. It'll suffice for today, I'm sure."

"Are you going to help me take this off?" I finished saying, as she closed and locked the door behind me. I was left to sleep with the corset on.

Even so, lying down felt revolutionary to me in that moment, as the tension in my shoulders began to release. I noted some scattered pieces of furniture around the former dungeon, a mirror, a side table, an area rug. Ginger had put in an effort, it was genuinely sweet. I fell asleep on that thought.

I jolted awake a few times throughout the day, until, finally, Pam was face to face with me, come to wake me up. I saw her turn for the door, so I hurried to stop her "Would you please help me take this off?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but came over anyway. She took me to the mirror, so I would see, and peeled the corset off of me. It stung, as it pulled away in places, after it had pushed into my skin for so long. I had red indentations from every seam, and every piece of boning. The pattern was so vivid, almost beautiful.

Behind me in the mirror, Pam put her hands on my waist. Again, that cold touch felt wonderful. "You have a nice waist." She said. "Back in my day, there was hardly a higher compliment you could pay a woman. Brutal times, really." She ran the backs of her hands across my ribs, and down my abdomen, then up again. "For all his faults, Eric wouldn't let a damn thing happen to you. That is, if you are who you say you are. When he takes ownership of someone, he means it. Count your blessings, most vampires would have just washed their hands of you. If you know what I mean... doc." She whispered into my ear. Was that her way of welcoming me into the family? If so, it was a warmer welcome than I'd expected from her.

"Did you leave me like this all day, because you wanted me to feel what it was like for you, back when you were human?" She seemed impressed, somewhat taken aback.

"What an intuition you have." She disappeared from behind me, I only heard the door.

Part III

[vivwritesfics]

COMING AT YOU WITH A SOFT BOY RHETT!

He’s working on his ranch when a horse comes onto his land and it’s fully tacked but there is no signs of the rider. It’s spooked but he manages to calm it down and catch it. He’s tacks up his own horse and goes on the search for the missing rider! - nurse-sainz 🥰🥰🥰

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING MUCH

Rhett x english rider omg

Rhett Abbott sleeping in his truck was nothing new. He was usually sleeping off a hangover, and that morning was no different. He knew he had chores to do, which might have been why he slept in his truck. Waking up when the run rose (well, that was the goal, but it wasn't always the result).

Today, as with most days, Rhett didn't wake up because of the sun. You'd think he'd be used to the sound of horses, after living on a ranch for his entire life.

But this, this was different. The horses that his father had trained, they didn't stampede towards the house like that. They had been taught better than to come to the house.

Rhette sat up, grabbed the Stetson hat covering his face, and looked out of the truck windows. "Shit," he muttered as he pulled on his shirt, covering up his bull rider tattoo. He placed his Stetson on his head and climbed out of the truck.

There he was, a pretty white horse with a dappling of grey spots on his ass. He was fully tacked up, wearing a saddle, a bridle, and some fancy ass boots around his legs. The mane was plaited, along with the tail.

"Woah there," he said as he approached the horse. Since cantering towards the Abbott house he had stopped to much on the grass. He raised his head towards Rhett, who held his hands up as he approached.

His eye ears went back and he let out a snort. Rhett slowed his steps. He reached his large hand towards the reins. But he couldn't get close enough, not without the horse rearing up. "Little shit," Rhett found himself muttering.

As the horse cantered to the back of the house, Rhett moved his truck, blocking the horse in. He climbed out of his truck and made his way around to the horse that definitely didn't belong here.

As he walked around to the back of the house, the kitchen window opened. "Who's horse is that?" His mother asked.

Rhett shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't seen it before, didn't know there was anything other than cowboys riding around Wabang. He certainly hadn't seen this fancy looking thing in the show jumping saddle.

When Rhett asked his mother for a carrot, she happily handed his over. As soon as Rhett had the carrot, it was easy enough to grab the horse. He was far more interested in the carrot than running away from Rhett. "Who are you?" Rhett asked as he held the reins and stroked down his face.

For a total of five minutes he put the grey horse in the barn while he grabbed his own. As soon as he was mounted, he grabbed the grey ponies reins and rode off.

Rhett was a cowboy. Rhett liked going fast. Rhett's horse was used to galloping across the field until they were out onto the rode. The grey horse was making it near impossible. He stayed at a stubborn walk when Rhett trotted off, stretching his neck out until Rhett could get no further away.

So, Rhett was stuck at a slow walk as he made his way around, looking for anybody that was missing a horse. Most of the usual cowboys, most of the usual other ranch owners, laughed when they saw the fancy pony following him.

Rhett let out a sigh as he began riding along the road towards the Abbott Ranch.

"Sparrow!"

Suddenly, the grey horse was pulling against him. Rhett didn't let go, though. He turned himself around to see a girl. She had a black hat on her head, but not like his Stetson. That one was for safety. Long, shiny black boots were on her feet and she wore these tight, black Jodhpurs.

Definitely not a cowgirl.

She ran over and grabbed a hold of the reins. "Oh, you are in so much trouble," she said and kissed the horses face. "Sparrow, I swear. You gave me a heart attack!" She pulled the hat from her head and tucked it beneath her arm as she kissed the pony a couple more times.

And then she turned to Rhett. He didn't recognise her, not at all. But her face twisted in confusion. "Rhett?" She asked. "Rhett Abbott?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, adjusting his Stetson on his head. "And you are?"

She held out her hand towards him and gave her his name. Rhett shook it. "I've seen you at the rodeo a few times," she said. "I... thank you for finding Sparrow. I thought he was ready to go out alone, but I think somebody needs a little more training," she said and released his hand.

Rhett swallowed. "I think he found me," he answered.

Immediately, her face dropped. "He... he broke onto your ranch?" She asked and Rhett couldn't help but grin as he nodded. "Shit, I'm so sorry!" She cried. "Let me know how I can make it up to you."

Rhett couldn't deny that she was cute. Not his usual type, not the usual cowgirls he had wearing his Stetson and riding his cock. Well, Rhett wanted to know more. "You can let me take you out f' a drink," he said, leaning forward.

He watched as she placed her foot in the metal stirrup (incredibly different from the one his foot was placed into), and climbed up into the saddle. Immediately, Sparrow was moving. He walked in an agitated circle as she tried to stay looking at Rhett. "So, if I want to find you, Sparrow should know where to go?"

"An' you can give me your number. Y'know, in case he forgets."

[ssentimentals]

f1 pairings as famous love tropes: pierre gasly x yuki tsunoda

popular guy x nerd (university! AU)

'it's like you're in between every my heartbeat: it goes boom then you, then boom, then you'

as far as yuki's concerned, football is a rather stupid physical activity - eleven men are fighting on the pitch with another eleven man for one ball, it doesn't get dumber than that. but universe likes to joke and yuki is definitely her favorite outlet for all stupid jokes, because how else can someone explain that out of at least ten thousand guys in the whole university he fell for the star football player? how did he choose to have a crush size of great china's wall on someone who finds joy in something that yuki hates? how did he end up having heart eyes for someone who'll probably never even look his way?

it's a rhetorical question, of course. yuki has no answers and doubts that universe has them too; so, with just like everything else in his life, he just rolls with it. not very successfully if to trust his friends, but it's not that important. he has a lot to focus on, anyway. his studies are extremely important and while yuki is a wild card and can get shit faced drunk like no one else, he also can study and get all A's like no one else. he makes sure to always be on top of all his courses and that, unfortunately, results in him not having time for many other things like sports or hanging out with friends.

'you little fucker,' nyck pushes him off, acting like he is offended when they both know he can't hold a grudge even for a second. 'so you have no time to hang out with me but have time to go on that football game?'

'priorities,' yuki answers, which earns him a painful slap on the back. 'hey!'

'you don't even like football!' nyck whines and then stops, huffing dramatically. 'ah, yes. how could i forget? the infamous french man is going to be there. the center forward-' nyck bats away yuki's hands when he tries to cover his mouth, continuing: '-the man of your dreams-' yuki aggressively shoves to the wall, noticing how many students are around them, but nyck only laughs harder: '-the one and only, pierre gasly!'

last part turns out louder than intended because yuki started tickling nyck and many students turn to check out what's happening. yuki feels his blood turn cold as he notices a familiar figure of man of his dreams in the crowd too, staring at both of them with raised eyebrows and confusion written across his face. god, he heard. yuki's ears and cheeks burn in shame but even amidst his utter embarrassment he can't help but notice how handsome pierre looks with his fluffy hair, pristine outfit and pretty, pretty eyes. yuki gets lost in the hazy green for few seconds, a bit startled to have them look right back at him with intensity - he only realizes he's been staring when nyck gets himself out of a compomising look position, tugging yuki with him. his friend is muttering something in his ear, but yuki is too stuck on pierre, whose eyes are now glued to nyck's hand on yuki's waist and-

'fucking hell, tsunoda!' nyck forcefully grabs him by the neck. 'let's move before your stupid french guy will-'

'hey!' pierre's voice rings loudly in yuki's ears and he freezes along with nyck. 'nyck, right? what are you doing? you're hurting him.'

yuki is not sure that his eyes can get any bigger and his mouth opens in shock, which definitely alerts pierre even more as his frown deepens and he decidedly marches towards with jaw clenched. 'let him go,' he demands hotly, burning holes in nyck with his eyes. 'can't you see that you're hurting him?'

nyck looks like he's about to laugh hysterically, so yuki comes to the rescue, finally finding his voice. 'it's okay,' he says quietly, moving a bit away from nyck, which definitely pleases pierre as his shoulders sag a little. 'he was just joking.'

yuki's heart stops and then starts beating twice as fast because pierre is right there. right in front of him, standing in all his glory and looking at yuki like he matters. (which is bullshit, he knows. they've never even talked, that's impossible). pierre's eyes are even more piercing up close, he notices. and have his attention solely on himself makes yuki burn with...longing. desire to have this always. (stupid, stupid, stupid).

'pierre! we gotta go!' someone shouts but pierre never looks away from yuki, which is.. a lot. 'pierre! ah fuck, he won't go, he finally has his baby-'

'i'm coming!' pierre suddenly shouts, turning to his friends and showing them middle finger. when he turns back to yuki, he looks almost shy. 'you okay?' yuki nods in haze and he smiles a little. 'okay.'

his friends start to holler and laugh, pierre leaves with one last smile and yuki is left standing in the corridor with nyck, not really beliving that all of this happened. he turns to nyck to check if this is all a dream, but his friend looks deep in a thought. when he turns to yuki, he suddenly chuckles, shaking his head. 'you know what? go to that football game, my friend. go.'

=+=

football game is hectic as always. yuki makes sure to come as early as possible to get the best seat but he generally hates this amount of people and how everyone is pushing and acting like animals. clutching bottle of water in his hands, he stares up at the pitch, where pierre is warming up with his teammates. he is annoyingly pretty in this stupid uniform, even hideous color combination of pink and blue suits him. footballers start to run back at forth and yuki can't look away from pierre, who also spots him as everyone runs in their direction. yuki blames his wild imagination on the way he notices how pierre's face lights up and he jogs a bit faster to their side. girls all scream and yuki scowls at this - god, did he have to choose someone this popular to have a crush on? he looks up as pierre comes closer and when french guy waves (albeit a bit unsurely) at him, yuki's heart jumps up his throat. in the spur of bravery, yuki raises both arms in the air and shouts: 'allez!' in the worst french accent ever. pierre stutters, bumps at another guy and looks up at yuki with wide eyes, disbelief clear on his face. someone from his team cackles and yuki can only smile unsurely, slowly lowering his arms. he is down bad, isn't he? sitting at the football game, when he can't care less about this sport and learning french for a guy, who doesn't eve know him. he pushes those thoughts away and concentrates on...on pierre, mostly. how he's running, how instantly serious he gets, how he leads his team to the win with a huge gap. whole stadium roars and yuki is with them, sincerely smiling and clapping for the captain. pierre looks incredibly happy and that's enough for yuki to feel happy too; he watches him for few more minutes before deciding that it's time to go. home crowd grows insane at the win and yuki tries to make his way out but instead only gets pushed together with the crowd that is marching towards the pitch. he yelps, gets a hold of someone's hoodie and holds on for dear life. in a blink of an eyes he's on the pitch and he finally takes a deep breath as everyone rushes to footballers with questions and hugs; he slowly makes his way to the other side, stopping only when noticing pierre close to him. like summoned, pierre turns and stares at him too, hugging one of his teammates. yuki's mind blanks out and he awkwardly mutters: 'good job!' to pierre because it'd be rude not to say anything to the captain of winning team. pierre's smile grows even wider and he shyly ducks his head down.

'arigato,' he says loudly enough for everyone to hear. yuki blinks in stupor and pierre's smile grows hesitant. 'it's- i didn't pronounce it right?'

'yuki, please, have mercy on him!' some guy appears right in front of him, grabbing pierre and pulling him close to yuki. 'listen, this dude- pierre, stop fucking fighting! right, so this dude right here has been learning japanese for the past two months, okay? all for you, yuka!'

'it's yuki,' pierre corrects hotly, finally getting out of the grip the other guy had on him. 'get the fuck out charles, putain-'

'he likes you!' someone else from the football team screams. 'we all know about you yuki, because he won't stop-'

'that's enough!' pierre roars and rolls his eyes at loud laughter that follows. when he turns back to yuki, he looks sheepish. 'i'm sorry. they are idiots and-'

'i'm taking french lessons,' yuki blurts out, making pierre freeze. and to clarify, he adds: 'and not because i'm planning to go to france.'

pierre blinks and he's a bit slow to catch on, but when he does, the look of pure adoration he send to yuki has him spinning. 'i'm pierre,' he says, extending his hand. 'but you already knew that.'

'yuki. but you already knew that too.' yuki tries not to think of how small his hand is comparing to pierre's. tries not to think of how warm and a bit sweaty it is, how yuki never wants to let go.

'hajimemashite,' pierre says, grinning from ear to ear.

'enchante,' yuki follows, smiling as well. okay, maybe football isn't that stupid anymore.

a/n: what is the name of their ship? but anyways, these two make me sosososo soft and seeing them always together during drivers parade makes me very emotional :') let me know what you think of this one and check out my other f1 stuff here and come say hi! - nini

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[atenea14]

A rough day. Sanguinius x reader

The events here happen before the Nikaea council. English is not my first language so there might be mistakes.

Warnings: Sex pollen, Dom!Sanguinius x sub!reader. Slight breath play, power play, bondage. 

Summary: A mission goes wrong ,as a result, Sanguinius and you end up affected by sex pollen.

Word count: 3k

Masterlist

You’ve been with the blood angels for a while now and you feel lucky, they are one of the few legions that are amicable towards their human crew which permitted you to easily demonstrate your abilities as an incredible psychic. Thanks to your powers you got to meet the higher ups within the legion including their beloved primarch and formed a good coworking bond with all of them. As the good war buddy you were, you went with them in some of their battles. That’s how you ended up in your current situation.

- Y/N you are required in the front line. - Dante approached you in a blink. 

- I thought the battle was done?- You are really fed up with the orcs so more fighting doesn’t suit your mood. 

- It is but Lord Sanguinius requires your help to quickly investigate the subterranean tunnels the orcs have made. Let’s go.- You just silently followed him through the tunnels until you got where Sanguinius was. 

- I’m glad to see you well Y/N.- Sanguinius greeted you, always well mannered, always perfect. 

- The sentiment is mutual, my lord.- You smiled at him waiting for his instructions. He smiled back before speaking again.

- There are some locked compartments and brute force won’t open them, I have no idea what the orcs made but I want you to try and open those parts of the tunnel.-

- I’ll do my best.- 

With that you got to work and managed to open the passages. Sanguinius and his men moved fast to investigate it all, but they didn’t find anything interesting at least under a human view. Within no time you arrived at the most hidden corner where you could see a small box. After some failed analisis and a discussion you were asked to force it open. When you did it a gas cloud exploded in your face, Sanguinius quickly covered you and embraced you, acting as a human shield, getting himself fully exposed to the unknown material. 

- I swear I can not stand those xenos, are you alright Y/N?- Sanguinius asked but you were too dumbfounded to immediately answer, you don’t get angel wings protecting you every day. 

- Y/N?- Sanguinius tried again. 

- I feel fine… I think.- Sanguinius examined your face and looked at Dante. 

- There are some vials left in the box, grab them and get them analyzed immediately, also escort Y/N to the red tear and get her to the medicae.- He turned to look at you once more. 

- I want to profusely apologize Y/N, this is my fault for wanting to rush things and not following the protocols.- You gave him a strained smile and told him it was ok, it’s not like you have it in you to accuse him when he looks at you with so much concern. 

- Just remember you have been exposed to it too my lord, please take care.- With a nod he gently pushed you towards the squadron who would accompany you. 

It’s already been an hour and you are waiting in the medical bay for someone to explain to you what have you been exposed to. You felt good so you were observing your surroundings when you heard the door open, to your surprise it was Dante. It cheered you up to see a familiar face so you eagerly greeted him but a feeling of uneasiness quickly invaded you once you registered his somber face. 

- Is it that bad?- You impatiently observed him sit down next to your bed. He looked directly into your face and he started speaking with a really soft voice. 

- Lord Sanguinius and you have been exposed to what we… have vulgarly called sex pollen.- He paused to let the information sink in but you just looked at him with a really confused expression.

- I don’t understand, I… feel good, maybe it doesn’t affect me?- Dante hold your hand with his.

- Your metabolism is slower than ours so you may not notice the effects now but you will soon. I’ll say it bluntly Y/N, you will feel an extreme need to have intimate relationships and the longer you don’t submit to it the more undesired chemical imbalance you will have on your body, we are working on an antidote but it will come late. On the other hand lord Sanguinius is already under the influence. What I’m about to ask you is not something I’m happy about.- You interrupted him. 

- I… wait a moment.- You used a couple of minutes to think about all the events that have involved you this day.- But Dante… I do not wish to… and if I did wouldn't that be considered heresy?.- You started rambling and the blood angel interrupted you to try to calm you a little bit.

- Y/N, whatever happens next won’t be your fault nor will be considered heresy given the circumstances plus all the matter is being confidential and only de indispensable people are aware of the situation.- You just looked at each other for what seemed an eternity until you broke the silence. 

- What happens if I refuse?- Dante took a deep sigh before answering. 

- Sanguinius' well-being will be in danger. I can’t tell you exactly why but the undesired chemical reactions I told you about may trigger some deeper problems in him. It won’t be your situation so at least you don’t need to worry about that.- Dante dropped all formalities and while that used to comfort you today it brought the opposite effect.

- Would it be that bad?- You put extra emphasis on the word that. Dante seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. 

- Look, no one here wants to force you to do anything, let alone Sanguinius. So I want to reiterate that anything will be your fault. But yes, it would be that bad.- He also put extra emphasis on the word.

- How is Sanguinius now?.-

- He is struggling to maintain control so being near him is not safe. That’s why I want you to have in mind before you answer that he may end up losing control and he surely will be rude.- You only had one question left before you answered. 

- What will happen to me if I try to fight the effects of the poison?.- 

- Since it’s a recently discovered substance I cannot give you any answer to that.- 

- I understand, I will do it.- Dante looked genuinely surprised.

- Are you sure?- You faintly smiled at him. 

- I’m already down the rabbit hole aren’t I? Plus Sanguinius is way more important than me so it only seems to be one correct answer.- Dante stared at you intensely. 

- Attach this to your wrist, the button is an alarm, if the situation goes south press it and I will interfere.- 

Dante gave you a reassuring squeeze to your hand and helped you get out of bed. In a moment you were left alone in front of Sanguinius' personal quarters. 

- My lord? Is Y/N, I am entering.- The room was dimly lit and Sanguinius looked upset. 

- You shouldn't be here, who brought you?.- You ignored his questions. 

- I have been explained the situation so I’ve come here voluntarily, my lord.- He looked troubled. 

- NO, Y/N. You have to leave. I don't have much restraint now.- He wasn’t looking in your direction. 

- I won’t, I’ve been told your health is at risk.-

- And what about yours? I could kill you.-

- You are more important than me plus sooner or later I will be feeling like you are right now.- 

- Y/N I…- You approached him and touched his arm. 

- It will be ok Sanguinius, I know you wouldn’t harm me.- 

Unknowingly you provoked him an electrical and addictive feeling with your touch making him lose all restrain left in him. Suddenly he picked you up and threw you into his bed making you gasp and igniting a spark in your body, all your nerves were on fire and your rational mind became foggy. You just wanted him, and he just wanted you. 

He kissed you while his hands roamed all over your body until they grabbed your hips. You returned the kiss with equal fervor and hung your legs around his body trying to have as much contact as you could. He went to kiss your neck and sunk his teeth a little bit, enough to get a couple of blood drops out of you but your pained hiss seemed to bring some focus to him. He paused for a moment and softly caressed all the parts of your body he could and started undressing you.

- Is not fair I’m the only one naked my lord.- 

- Then undress me.- 

You found yourselves fully naked and you climbed onto his lap kissing him fervently, he pulled your hair and it made you moan. You started moving your hips against him almost unconsciously and tried to push his chest so he was fully laid back on the bed. Instead he grabbed your waist and made you both roll, making you gasp. He pinned your wrist above your head with one of his hands while the other grabbed your face. 

-You are not the one in charge here darling.- 

He intensely looked into your eyes and the hand that was at your face went directly to your center, rubbing it in circles making close your eyes because of the sudden pleasure. 

- Look at me Y/N. Look me and tell me who do you belong to.- Between heavy breaths you answered.

- I belong to you.- He pinched your clitoris. 

- That’s not the proper answer Y/N.- You felt suffocated, you barely couldn’t move since your arms were held with one of his hands and the rest of your body was trapped under him. He entered one of his fingers in you, then another one making it really difficult for you to articulate any words. Sanguinius let go of your hands and grabbed your neck slightly restricting your air flow, you were in pure pleasure, your body was more sensitive than normal because of the pollen and Sanguinius was making you go crazy.

- I’ve asked you something.- He squeezed your neck a little bit more before releasing all the pressure allowing you to fully breath. 

- You, my lord. I belong to Lord Sanguinius.- 

- That's my girl.- With that he retired his hand off your clit and before you could whine he slowly started pushing his member into you making you see stars. You were sure your moans could be heard in the nearby hallways but you didn’t care at the moment and Sanguinus was enjoying them. 

- My lord it’s too much, I can’t.- You were overstimulated and Sanguinius was big, you didn’t think it would fit in. 

- Bear with it, it’ll bring you pleasure. I’m almost fully in.- You whimpered, the stretch was almost painful. He fully stopped once he was completely buried inside you, giving you a moment to adapt and he took that moment to caress you and squeeze your tits and pinch at your nipples making you lose focus on the stretch and allowing you to relax. 

- That’s it beautiful.- He started rocking his hips throwing you into a pleasure spiral, you were getting close and he noticed it. You embraced him while he started to fuck you faster, you were a moaning mess and when your started to clench at his member he roughly kissed you suffocating your moans while you were cumming. You were dumbfounded and were barely able to focus on anything else than your pleasure. He started touching your nub again overstimulating you while not relenting his pace. He was enjoying all your whines and whimpers and complaints about not being able to stand it but he was unforgiving. All your body was on fire and you started feeling a pleasure like never before. He bit you on your neck enjoying the ecstasis your blood gave him, the pain was enough to send you over the edge again and you squirted all over him while he came inside you. He slowed down his thrusts until you both came down from your highs and he slowly pulled out of you making you whimper. You looked at each other breathing heavily but none of you knew what to say. 

- Are you alright?- Sanguinius was the one who broke the silence. 

- Yes my lord.- He looked at you with an expression you didn’t know to decipher. 

- From now on just call me Sanguinius.- He spoke to you with a really soft voice. You nodded and he moved from above you getting out of the bed. 

- We should get ourselves cleaned, you can use my bathroom while I go talk with Dante.- He reached to touch you but stopped himself in the air, turned around grabbed his clothes and got out of the room.

You were left alone in his bedchambers a little bit confused. You wanted to bathe but everything in there was huge compared to you. Slowly, you moved to the edge of the bed and realized that all your body was sore. Once you made it to the bathroom you confirmed your thoughts, almost everything was out of your reach. The noise of a door opening startled you and you quickly turned around to see who entered. 

- It’s me Y/N.- 

- Sanguinius…- A rush of self awareness invaded you since you were still naked.

- Y/N… I’m sorry I…- Sanguinius was looking at your body and you knew he felt sorry for all the bruises he had caused.

- It’s okay, I just feel a little bit sore but that’s all.- He studied you for a couple of seconds. 

- Don’t you want to bathe? Do you wish to leave?- 

- I do want to bathe but everything here is out of my reach so I should leave to the common showers.- Sanguinius seemed troubled. 

- Or… I could help you if you wish.- 

- Sanguinius what happened today is none of our fault so you don’t need to compensate me.- 

- I am not, I just want to take care of you.- If he wasn’t a primarch you would have thought that he was looking at you with love, but it was Sanguinius after all and he is always compassionate so you just pushed your thoughts away and shyly nodded at him. Without thinking too much about it you stepped closer to him and to your surprise he picked you up and embraced you. You just stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he softly left you in the bath. The rest of the shower was spent in silence while you both tended to each other. Once you were done, Sanguinius helped you dry your hair. You stepped out of the bath before Sanguinius and realized that not only had the bed sheets been changed but also were clean clothes for you to use. A shame feeling invaded you making you feel really self conscious making you freeze in the middle of the room until warm arms embraced you. 

- Please do not feel bad, just one of my sons entered here and he already knew of the situation. No one will judge us.- Sanguinius' touch had a calming effect and his words comforted you. You timidly smiled at him and put your clothes on. The situation was kind of awkward so once you were done you just headed for the door. 

- Where are you going?- You froze in your tracks and turned back to look at him. 

- I… to my bed?- 

- Do you wish to be alone?- You didn’t comprehend why he was asking you that. 

- It’s not like I can stay here Sanguinius.- It was his turn to not understand you.

- Why not?- 

- It wouldn’t be proper.- Sanguinius faintly smiled.

- I think we are already past that point.- 

- But it wouldn’t be the same as before. We are not under the pollen influence anymore.- Sanguinius thought about it for a moment. 

- If you want to leave I won’t stop you but if you want to stay it will be okay too. Forget about everything. You owe it to yourself to do what you are comfortable with right now.- 

- I don’t want to be alone.- Sanguinius looked softly at you and smiled. He extended his hand and you walked to him, he picked you up and placed you on his bed. He lied beside you. With his words resonating in your head you found the courage to attach your body to his and hug him. He embraced you with his arms and kissed your head. Your breath slowed down and you fell asleep within minutes. The whole situation was confusing but you knew you’d be alright. 

On the other hand Sanguinius was worried, he was already infatuated with you but now there might be no coming back. You were his and his alone. With everything he had to do for the imperium he knew he owed it to himself to keep you under his wings.

[kaybug88]

Matt S. x Fem!Fiancé!Reader

ReaderNick is Reader's bestie :3

December 5th:

"You've gotta' be kidding me. You want me to open this whole thing?"

TW: swearing

WC: 1.7k

Requested: Nope!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Christmas with the Sturniolo family has always been wild, but this year especially. You see, when Matt, your loving Fiancé, brought you home for the first time, you and Nick immediately clicked. Through thick and thin, through dumb ass fights, trashy fashion trends, the list goes on and on in all reality. You name something, they've more than likely gone through it.

Well, something you and Nick do started small, with a box in a box in a box has turned into something that takes 15+ minutes to open. Sure, it's always loads of fun to guess what the next challenge would be, but boy, does it take a lot of work trying to one-up each other year after year.So, after getting to the Sturniolo house, Nick first saw what he'd be opening, his jaw dropped.

“Oh dude, you're fucked.”

Chris laughs from next to Nick, who received an elbow to the ribs in response.

“Zip it. Have you not seen hers?”

Nick challenges before opening the front door.

“Hey whore!”

He calls, walking up to you Matt rolls his eyes with a small smirk.

“Hey slut!”

You say back from behind the big present in your hands. Nick rolls his eyes while grabbing a few of the presents you guys brought from Matt, the two brothers falling into conversation while walking to the door. Before opening the door, you notice him go into the kitchen, then he walks up to the door. When seeing Chris, you bite back a laugh. Poor dude doesn't seem ready to exchange presents on this snowy morning, at all. His hair is messy, grey sweats managing to be baggier than normal, and a wreath sugar cookie hanging from his mouth while he holds the door open for you three. He gives a little wave before stepping to the side, letting the three of you inside the warm, cozy house. You each say ‘thank you’ to Chris before putting the presents under the tree.

“Fucking hell, Nick. What in the world is in there?”

You ask Nick who just put the final presents from your car down. The box is massive. Like, at least four feet by four feet.

“Your present of course.”

He says with laughter while walking away, and up the stairs to his room. You mumble to yourself while you walk into the kitchen to see what there is to snack on. Opening the fridge, you notice a veggie try and some soda bottles, so you do just that. You put out a veggie tray that's got quite the variety, and some sodas. Bottle of Dr.Pepper here, Sprite there, etc etc. On the couch, the triplets are talking about this and that. While walking back into the living room, you can't help but fall into deep thought While fidgeting with your beautiful ring with a gem that perfectly matches your eyes.

Mindlessly sitting down next to Matt while fidgeting with your ring, you jump a little when he puts his hand decorated with silver rings on your thigh.

“Woah, princess. You alright?”

He asks you quietly while Nick and Chris are chatting across from you two. You look up into his icy blue eyes, lips turned into a small, concerned frown with his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah, just a lot on m’ mind. Ya’ know?”

You say with a chuckle which results in his expression softing a bit.

“What about?”

He asks, soothingly running his thumb over the black and red plaid sweatpants you're wearing.

“Just how fast the year has gone, ya’ know? We got engaged in January! Can you believe that?”

You ask, finding it hard to believe how fast the year has flown by. Life has been a whole roller Coaster this past year, not only with getting engaged, but multiple pregnancy scares, as well at getting a new kitten.

“Damn, that is hard to believe.”

He chuckles from next to you. The rest of the time goes wonderful. Food is eaten, drinks are drank, and games are played, including the very tense match of Uno you're currently in. You guys are playing one draw, and stacking. If you're unsure what stacking is, it's basically the name. If someone plays a +2 on you, but you also have a +2, you can play your card and give the +4 to the next player. This goes until someone draws the plus cards.You've got two cards left, a blue skip, and a +4 you've been holding onto since hands were dealt. Chris has been fucked over at every chance, and now he has nine cards. Nick has a single card left with Matt having three remaining.

“This is actually bullshit.”

Chris complains, for at least the tenth time since the game started, and definitely won't be the last time. Matt looks at his cards and back up to the growing pile of cards before playing a blue seven.

“Ha! Take this, Nick!”

Chris says, finally happy to get some damage in.

“Oh suck a dick.”

Nick groans after drawing two cards, which you mischievously grin, placing down your blue skip.

“Uno!”

You excitedly say holding your last card to your chest happily.

“And you skipped me?!”

Matt groaned as Chris debated on what to play. The tension between everyone was so thick, and the glances between each of you was more often than not.

“Okay, Nick, this is really smart, so don't get mad.”

Chris said while slowly laying down a yellow skip. Nick was flabbergasted. His eyes were wide, three cards put down on the floor with his hands on his head.

“You idiot! What If she has a-”

He's cut off by your excited ‘whoop’ as you lay down your +4 wild.

“A wild.”

Nick finishes with a glare towards Chris.

“What? How was I supposed to know that?”

Chris counters while crossing his arms and sticking out his tongue like a child. Matt grumbles something, tossing his cards with the scattered cards. You chuckle at their attitude while you begin putting the cards away.

“Wanna start sorting presents into piles while I pick this up?”

You suggest to Matt, stacking half the cards nicely and placing them in the red box.

“Sure.”

He says with a smile, getting up and pressing a kiss to your head before walking over and sitting by the tree, and starts sorting. Chris and Nick catch the hint and begin helping while you finish putting Uno away and tossing it onto a couch. Moving to sit next to Matt, you prepare to rip paper and cut boxes.

-

After a while of talking and opening presents, and successfully getting through Nick's mess of a present for you. It wasn't even funny. That giant box? Filled to the brim of packing peanuts with little cardboard boxes inside, and a medium box with a 4 digit code. You had to open eight little boxes each having a code combo that didn't work, and then finally you got the code and successfully getting the lock off to reveal. . . A little paper saying how you got played. He felt bad and gave you your actual present, which was a pair of shoes you've been wanting and some jewelry, along with some merch of your favorite music artist.

“Now you've gotta open yours.”

You said to Nick, sliding the big box towards him. It looked like a plain present on the outside, oh how wrong he'd be.

“Heads up, you're cooked brother.”

Matt laughed. He had helped you wrap the present and felt so bad Nick had to open that. . . Mess. Chris gets his camera out to record Nick opening the present. Over the time of wrapping Nick's present, Chris had been given updates, so he had an idea of what Nick would be opening. The first layer is simply a cardboard box, which he easily gets through, but he's surprised to find a bigger box at the bottom with a smaller box with a key hole.

“Okay. . .”

Nick says, clearly skeptical of what will be In each box. Taking the little box out first and setting it aside after inspecting the little box. Next he takes out the bigger, cardboard box and opens it. His jaw drops and brows furrow.

"You've gotta' be kidding me. You want me to open this whole thing?"

He says annoyed after seeing the saran wrap ball bigger than his head. Nick lets out an ugly cackle while you and Matt laugh at the dumbfounded expression on Nick's face. The whole ordeal with Nick unwrapping his ball is awesome, and funny. He's struggling almost the entire time you three are watching him intently. There isn't a second he doesn't complain, grumble, or cuss out the ball that's slowly decreasing in size.

“I give up.”

Nick complains again, tossing the surprisingly small ball into the big box. He's doing really well, and almost done.

“Oh c'mon! You're almost done.”

You encourage. His present is a 200$ gift card for his favorite clothes store. It took quite a bit of convincing on Matt’s end, but convinced him at the end.

“If this shit is like, a piece of fucking paper, I'm going to rip your head off.”

Nick says before continuing to unwrap his saran wrap ball. As you see the ball get smaller and smaller, you notice Nick go faster, obviously noticing the decreasing size.

By the time he's done, he’s clearly ready to see what's in the little locked box. Finally, a little clear Bag drops from the ball and Nick eagerly picks up and opens the bag; the silver key dropping into his hands.

“Go on, get your well deserved present.”

You tease, getting a chuckle from Chris and an eye roll from Matt. Almost desperately, Nick opens the lock and tosses both key and lock to the side while he picks up the gift card. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes put when he sees the price.

“You- Why- When- Girl!”

He says, not knowing what to say besides giving you an unexpected hug.

“Stop, I actually love you so, so, so, so, so much!”

He thanks profusely While hugging you, which you tell him he's so welcome more times than you can count.

-

Even though Christmas is typically chaotic and wild with the Sturniolo triplets, you wouldn't change it for a thing In the world. Maybe one day, your kids will be able to share the wonderfully crazy holiday with their uncles and parents. Who knows? Maybe siblings will be added to the mix.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

A/N: so… how was it? The ending was so, so rushed because of how busy (both physically and mentally) I've been. Hope you guys like it, because I don't ;v;

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Thinking About Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Post Game

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

A/N: Some stuff with them in the underdark, some stuff with them exploring more of Evie's family. Honestly just random ideas I've been sitting on for a while. Please let me know if any of these sound like something you'd like to see expanded on in a fic. I've got so much, I have no idea what to focus on. As always thanks to @leighsartworks216 for letting me ramble.

So basics first, Evie convinces Astarion to let the 7,000 spawn live and retreat into the underdark meaning that once the Absolute is defeated, they have a lot of work to do

I am sticking with the idea that Evie actually is Gur, but due to circumstances didn't grow up among her tribe, so not only is this her helping the spawn, but a chance for her to reconnect with that part of herself

Astarion helps the spawn adjust to their new lives while also teaching the Gur how best to help their children, understanding and empathizing with their cravings. 

Evie meanwhile gets the opportunity to learn more about her culture acting as a kind of middle man when Astarion gets a little too heated with some of the leaders

Astarion working with his "siblings" as well

It's a hard adjustment for them from competing for survival to realizing they won. Obviously old grudges and resentments remain, but working through them to be more than what Cazador made them.

Being the oldest of all the spawn, some of them start to step up as leaders in their own right, or while others decide to embrace their freedom and leave the Underdark. 

I want to say that Astarion and Evie stay for at least a year, if not a little longer; enough to get things stable, but neither of them want to stay there forever

Astarion has a lot of the world he wants to see, and he knows it's selfish to keep Evie in the dark forever

Evie too, having now learned more about the Gur, realizes that she might still have family out there and wants to find them

Astarion brings up on occasion about how he doubts they'd be keen on her walking into their camp with a vampire, but that's a bridge they'll cross when they get there

They spend the in between time adventuring

Neither of them really considered themselves heroes before The Absolute, but they find they're actually rather good at it

Evie's more altruistic tendencies have rubbed off on Astarion a bit, but not enough for him to shy away about asking for that promised reward

Astarion also takes this time to experiment with hobbies

He genuinely enjoys embroidery and sewing. It relaxes him and gives him something tangible he created by the end of it.

Evie would try to teach him how to play an instrument and while he’s not completely tone deaf, he insists he’s a better audience member

Astarion in turn starts to teach Evie how to properly read. Although that doesn’t stop him from reading out loud to them when they ask.

He admittedly isn't the most patient of teach at times, but they're both learning

Eventually though, they do find Evie's family

The find themselves battling a vampire lord and get way in over their head resulting in Evie being hit bad

Astarion is able to escape with her, but it’s obvious she needs help fast so he stops for help with the first group he finds, a tribe of Gur who currently have their caravan based on the other side of a river which keeps monsters like him from crossing. 

Still he knows there is nobody else and so yells across the river for help

The Gur come out and tell him to cross, he says that he can’t and that alerts the Gur as to what he is

Astarion realizes he's in trouble, but the love of his life bleeding in his arms takes precedent

He lays her down, holding his hands up and begging them to help her. The Gur recognize her as one of their own, but don’t trust Astarion. So as they start to cross one of them shoots him nearly in the heart sending him down as the other rush to grab Evie.

One of the younger ones looks like he’s going to finish it when another speaks up saying they remember speaking with another caravan about a pale elf spawn traveling with one of their own. Best hold off until they get some answers. 

So they get Evie to their healers and tie Astarion up with silver chains in one of the caravans and out of the sun. Astarion is cooperative enough, save for his tongue which the Gur can do nothing about except tell him to shut up.

Most of his comments boil down to asking about Evie and calling them some variety of the word idiot. 

All of this to say I now have an image in my head of Astarion being tied to a post when Evie comes in. Whatever anger or annoyance he had at the current situation slides off his face when he sees her, breathing out her name in sheer relief. 

Evie then quickly closes the distance ignoring any warning from the guards and checking him for injuries. He’s still hurt from the arrow to the chest and obviously the silver which he’ll worry about in a second as he uses his limited movement to kiss her. 

She starts to untie him which the guards protest against, but Astarion dryly counters “And where will I go this time of day?” Evie then starts to heal him and that’s when the leaders show up and some answers can be given.

Not the best first impression to say the very least, but answers are given and the leaders quickly realize her mother and father were originally from their tribe

I got into it a bit more here, but basically her father was turned away and her mother followed leading Evie to be raised away from her people

She holds her breath expecting them to turn her away, but is shocked when they embrace her too; they won't hold her responsible for what her father did

And while many of them are wary of Astarion, the Gur in Baldur's Gate have let it know that he is their ally

As soon as Evie realizes that not only did she have a family out there, but they would have accepted her back completely shatters her sense of self

All those what ifs start flooding her brain. Resentment towards her father rears it’s ugly head until all she can do is scream at everything she might have had. She could have been happy and safe and loved, and instead…this. 

It makes her want to hold on tighter, diving head first to learn everything she can to the point where maybe Astarion gets a little nervous. Yes, he has his prejudices against the Gur and he’s been working on it, but they also don’t know these people and he doesn’t want to see Evie get hurt. 

Astarion actually starts to back away for a bit. He knows this is important to her and she needs time to figure it out. So having him around, somebody who this new family is rightfully suspicious of might not be the best. He wants to stay with her. He wants to be her family, but it’s selfish of him to assume he can be her only family. From what he’s been able to glean her mother made that same mistake. Perhaps he should go back to the underdark for a time.

Evie feels him pulling away and confronting him about it. 

I imagine Astarion would clam up at first; denying it before eventually blurting out everything he’s been feeling in some not so polite terms. He’s a monster in their eyes not matter how much Evie tries to claim otherwise. Some might see him as a novelty, but they can’t ever trust him. He doesn’t blame them. Smart really. 

Evie then suggests they both leave. And he’s tempted.

He wants to just go, just the two of them on the road going wherever they like whenever they’d like. She’s the only family he really wants, but he stops himself. Hell he’s angry at himself for stopping. He’s about to make the biggest mistake of his life. In what world would she ever come back to him?

But he says no. He tells her she needs to stay. He knows she’s not ready to go. (She may never be ready to go, but that’s a fear he keeps to himself.) He loves her. He loves her in ways he didn’t think he could love another person, but he can’t stay. He’ll be waiting for her when she’s ready.

Evie meanwhile is mentally scrambling. She wants to stay. She still has so many questions. This is the first time she’s felt like she’s belonged in so long. But she can’t lose Astarion. She just can’t. The idea of him leaving only makes her think of every back turned her way, of being a burden, too much, not enough, never enough. But Astarion loves her. She knows he does. So, she has to trust that he means it.

It's their first real test, being away from each other

Evie takes the opportunity to explore aspects of herself she kept buried for a long time

Astarion meanwhile doesn't go straight back to the Underdark

He takes the time to go to Waterdeep to see Gale. He visits Shadowheart and Wyll and Karlach and is surprised every time that they’re happy to see him. He still misses Evie. Gods he misses her every day, but he comes to recognize that there are other people in his life. He’s not alone in the world without her.

Evie would reach out to him first, sending a letter that admittedly takes some time to find him as he’s bounced around the sword coast

Eventually Astarion does gets it and writes back in a heart beat to see her again. Or maybe even gets somebody to cast sending so he can contact her faster.

He only thinks after that maybe he was a little too eager. This is just a chance to see each other again. For all her knows she’s going to tell him she’s going to stay with her people. But he couldn’t seem to help it.

There’s a difference between missing somebody you know you’ll never see again and missing someone you might. Just that little bit of hope makes it so much more painful. He’s not used to it.

So they meet. Maybe in Waterdeep or just some place else between where they are.

Astarion deliberately forced himself to wait at least an hour after sunset. Yes, he could go earlier, but, again, he doesn’t want to appear too eager. He still has his pride, but any bravado disappears as soon as he sees her.

She’s already sitting at a table, an empty plate and drink in her hand. Clearly she had been waiting for some time. And Gods she’s even more beautiful than he remembered.

She’s dressed a little differently, more clearly Gur from the fabric to the way her hair is done, allowing herself to stand out in a way she didn’t before.

She then meets his eye and he all but sighs in relief; she missed him too.

Maybe there was a time they both would have played this a little closer to the chest. They would have politely sat down and danced around the question of who wanted to stay and who wanted to go, reflectively waiting for each to deliver the killing blow. There’s no such hesitation now.

Evie is up and across the tavern in the next second, all but jumping into his waiting arms. He has to tease her just a little, even when he holds her to him like she’s the only thing real in the world. “Miss me darling?”

She only hugs him tighter, tucking her head beneath his chin. “Always my love.”

They do eventually talk. They sit down and tell all of what they’ve done. They talk about where they’ll go next and the list of people they need to see along the way. But there is never a question of whether or not they will stay together.

One separation is more than enough for a lifetime